Can't someone post a test message without provoking uncalled
for comments? I'm so mad I could choke all of you with the
Frederick's of Hollywood panties with the cut-out crotch that
Ditty was kind enough to send me (since she was through with
them).

Ditty dear, you did wash them before mailing I hope?

Don't ask.

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Sayings of the Jewish Buddhist

* If there is no self, whose arthritis is this?

* Be here now. Be someplace else later. Is that so complicated?

* Drink tea and nourish life; with the first sip, joy; with the second sip,
satisfaction; with the third sip, peace; with the fourth, a Danish.

* Wherever you go, there you are. Your luggage is another story.

* Accept misfortune as a blessing. Do not wish for perfect health, or a
life without problems. What would you talk about?

* The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single

...the world famous thinkquest? Starring Figaro and his imp Igor? I
should get a refund on this freakin' map...

As any informed person knows, the deadliest fallout of Reaganomics has been
the near destruction of American manufacturing due to outsourcing. It's almost
impossible to American-made merchandise for the home and family anywhere these
days. That's why you are urgently advised to go to
http://www.stillmadeinusa.com/index.html and help save what little is left of
American-made manufacturing.

Go. NOW.

Raabe is one of seven surviving Munchkins from The Wizard of Oz.
He played the Munchkin coroner who sang:

“As coroner, I must aver
I thoroughly examined her
And she’s not only merely dead
She’s really, most sincerely dead!”

Raabe was born in 1915.

There, McDaniel, I suppose you think THAT's funny, too!

Humph!

Grumpy

Raabe is one of seven surviving Munchkins from The Wizard of Oz.
He played the Munchkin coroner who sang:

“As coroner, I must aver
I thoroughly examined her
And she’s not only merely dead
She’s really, most sincerely dead!”

Raabe was born in 1915.

There, McDaniel, I suppose you THAT's funny, too!

Humph!

Grumpy

Officer, this is how the fight started...

I rear-ended the car in front of me. I admit that.
It was my fault. So, we both pull over to the side
of the road, and slowly the driver of the car I hit
gets out of his car. . . and you know how you
just-get-sooo-stressed... and life... sometimes life
seems like...suddenly funny?

Well, the driver of the car I hit is a DWARF!
He gets out of his car and I get out of my car.
He is frowning and scowling and he storms over
to me. Right up close at me he looks up in my face
and says, "I AM NOT HAPPY!"

And I don't know what possessed me, officer, but
I look down at him and I said, "Well, if you're not
Happy

Scene: Figaro's country retreat, Messhuga Manor

Figaro: You packed for the trip?
Igor: yes, Master, including the green plaid golf slacks
and the polka-dot Speedo.
Figaro: Good. Thanks to dear Barbara I'm off to Venus!
Igor: Of course you are; just like the last time
Figaro: Meaning what, Lump?
Igor: Nothing, Master, but we're running low on the good stuff
Figaro: Call Raul and have him deliver.